The harvest
When we bought the big yellow house, there were two ancient cherry trees out in the back yard – both dying, but one of them hung on for about 6 years (dropping cherries every year) and one of the cherries it dropped in that interval took root after I chopped down the caster bush that had been by the dining room window. Last year it had one cherry; this year I got a bountiful 13 cherries (I ate two yesterday to see how ripe the were; the other 11 were harvested this afternoon) which were smol but tasty.